14. Grace
Chapter 14
Grace
The gruffness of Jesse’s voice in my ear and the raw power in his grip makes my heart race. His words course straight to my clit like a current. He’s got me pinned against him, my back to his chest, and as helpless as I feel in his strong arms like this, part of me likes it.
His rough, calloused hands wander across my body. “You’re such a brat, you know that? It drives me crazy.” Chills race down my spine along with his hot breath. “But if you think I’m going to let you go out there and find some random Alpha to take care of you, you’re kidding yourself.”
He squeezes my breasts, making me gasp. One hand slides lower down my torso until it lodges between my legs.
“Go on. Tell me what you want,” he rasps.
I moan and squirm against his grip. “I already told you. Just shut up and fuck me already, Jesse.”
He chuckles in my ear. “See what I mean? Bratty.”
“You say that like you don’t enjoy it.”
“Oh, I do. But you know what I enjoy even more? Hearing you beg for it,” he husks in my ear, and my entire body lurches with desire—and I both love it and hate it. I can barely believe the power he has over me, the way he makes my new Omega feel like she’s losing all control. Like I never had any control to begin with.
“So go on. Beg for it if you want it that badly,” he says, running his powerful fingers over the increasingly wet spot on my shorts and pulling a groan out of me.
Everything about his touch feels electric, and each little sensation is a jolt to my nervous system. I’d almost rather die than beg Jesse Stone, of all people, but I’m so needy from his touch that I can’t argue or find the wit in my foggy mind to be sassy with him anymore.
“Please, Jesse. Please fuck me. I need it. I need you.”
He growls in my ear. “That’s more like it.”
He shoves a hand into my shorts and tugs my slick panties away from my body to find my clit. When his fingertips graze it, I whimper and almost pass out. My legs buckle and shake from the intensity of the feeling, and he laughs in my ear again as he keeps going.
“Do you like that?” The rough pad of his fingertip glides across my clit, and I cry out. “Are you gonna come for me?”
I can’t even breathe or think, much less speak. But that seems to be all the answer he needs as he abruptly drags down my shorts and panties, exposing my lower half. He spins me around by the hips to face him and kneels in front of me. He inhales deeply as if scenting me, then exhales, warming my clit with his hot breath. When he drags his fingers against my clit a beat later, I feel like I’m going to faint.
“That’s right, you are gonna come for me, aren’t you?”
I shudder from the intensity, and as pissed as I am about it, he’s right. I couldn’t fight back the powerful orgasm welling in me even if I wanted to, but I absolutely don’t. I’ve been on the edge for so long since moving into the ranch with him and the other Alphas that this orgasm is like a caged, feral animal, scratching and clawing at my insides for release.
I grip his shoulders to brace myself as it builds, and with a final whimper, I crash into me climax, clawing at Jesse and digging my nails into his skin to keep from screaming and telling the entire ranch what we’re up to. I soak his hand, which only makes it feel better, and the glint in Jesse’s hazel eyes gives me a rush.
I make to pull up my shorts, but Jesse’s hands on mine stop me. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet.” Before I can argue, he scoops me up into his arms, my panties and shorts dangling from my foot, and hauls me to my bedroom. He tosses me on my back onto the bed, then pounces on me to tug off my top. He flings it along with my shorts across the room where it lands with a clatter and, with a hungry, devious look in his eyes, buries his face in my pussy.
I cry out and my head falls backward as he laps at my sensitive, still tingling clit. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire in the best way imaginable, and Jesse keeps surprising me with his technique. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue twisting around it and making me shudder, then slides it through my lips to my hole and back again.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he grips me by the thighs and rolls us over so that I’m on top of him.
“Sit up. I want you to sit on my face,” he orders, and I blush. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’m already embarrassed about how wet I am—the lower half of his face is soaked—but I also don’t want to stop. What he’s doing feels amazing, and the starving, possessed way he keeps lapping at me overrides all my uneasiness.
I lean back so I’m hovering right over his mouth. He groans in approval at the sight.
“That’s it,” he murmurs and buries his face in me again, making me cry out. His tongue pierces me, its strength and girth opening me right up, and I rock my hips back and forth, riding his face like a bronco and grinding my pussy against his scruff.
I’m still so sensitive that it doesn’t take long for another orgasm to swell. My body tenses, squeezing Jesse’s head between my thighs, and he groans hungrily into my pussy. The vibrations of the sound add a whole new sensation, and I cry out as I come again, harder this time. I clutch the headboard of the bed to keep from floating away as I continue grinding myself against Jesse’s determined tongue.
“Fuck yes. I want another. I want you to fucking soak me,” he mutters between animalistic laps at my wetness, but his words barely register through the ringing in my ears. Jesse grips me by the thighs, so tight that I couldn’t get away even if I wanted to and continues eating me with a kind of wild desire that I’ve never seen from him before.
But when he slips a finger into me while his tongue toys with my clit, I cry out in surprise, and any resistance I might have been feeling before disappears with the air pouring out of my lungs. I can’t tell anymore where one orgasm ends and the next begins, it’s all blurring together in a kaleidoscope of pleasure.
I’m going to fall to pieces if he keeps this up. His finger plunges in and out of me while his tongue swirls around my clit, and I feel like I’m being pulled into an abyss. My head falls back, and I lose myself in it, unable to focus on anything other than the intensity of the sensations. I slide up and down on his finger, grinding against him on the downstroke, and gasp when he slips two fingers into me.
“That’s it. Fuck yourself,” Jesse mutters in a muffled voice before he spreads me open again with his tongue, and that’s all it takes. My legs shake, and it takes everything I have to keep myself sitting upright as a third orgasm races through me, making my knees weak.
I sink down on his face as a gush of slick wets his chin. A voice from somewhere distant reaches me, but my hazy vision can’t focus on anything other than Jesse’s hungry mouth beneath me.
“Grace?” a male voice repeats, and when I glance over my shoulder, horror pierces my orgasmic daze—because all three of the other Alphas are standing in my bedroom doorway, watching.